"witcha" poems
Here's a little story I tink you'll like.
It's not bout' two shmucks looking for amour.
It's all bout' me, my life, and my big fat bluntz.
Imma bout' to tell ya what Reggae's for.
Reggae stands for peace and the luv in yaself.
It's bout' them spankable honies and big fat beatz.
It's bout' sweet **** chicken and otha tasty stuff.
It's bout' that dank smell of ***** fillin' da streetz.
Reggae's da warm sensation from a fresh beef patty.
It's the chill rub-a-dub sound of dat Marley noize.
It's the Jamaican sun spreadin light on ya gurl's curves.
It's the dutty jammin ya get in to witcha dazy rond-boys.
My life is Reggae. Reggae is my life
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
*I'm sitting down playing the piano,
You walk in,
I felt your beautiful aura
From deep within
We are two distant strangers
So the idea of love is still a danger
Because we’ve opened our hearts up to False infatuated strangers.
You spoke to me, with a voice so heavenly
I knew a angel was sent to me
I could write you a book
I could make you a song
I could kiss your infectious lips
Until the pain is all gone
I could see all your wrongs
But its okay because we all make mistakes
I know we just met but you make my mind BEILEVE in the art of faith
Can you paint me a picture?
Of my love and your heart in the mixture
I see so much opportunity, I see...a whole life witcha
I apologize if I come off strong
I haven't felt this way in so long
You just bring out the best in me, she could be my “Greatest Love Song.”*
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Integration of spirit and body, is a reason for being mortal for a while
for some
secret reason
known only to the initiates,
the Melchisidekean
Priest hood, known by believers to be Jesus, Pre-existancy
Avatar thingy do.
Ah, but Lucifer and he were bros, y'know. The rub, that nagging urge,
get up and move the wagon, why lie
there comfy in your bubble
believing not all spirits are from God, but
some are. Try the spirits, if they can preach the good news
the angels brought:
God and the disconnected reconnected, Joy flows to the world.
Alleluia, right.
-- note: no list of do/don'ts save common sense.
Plugitin plugitin a bean in y'ear, a bean in y'ear
about as big as a yeast
beast.
Leaven, y'know, comes in flavors. Like proteins,
most leavening things leaven only one thing,
however,
word borne leaven leavens
everything,
and we ain't speakin' even-jello-ic jiggle of crystalizatio,
we talking boomin' gaseous gluten intro-learyant
beans, beans, beans po'folk beans
leavenistical
words witcha maya hoid yo grama say
breathe. Be leaving all your lies and tries to us as we
dare to cast our care
wind words, net let out, starboard,
un-error-o-matic
good new net. Wait.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
We all lonely, blood
Tis true
Witcha friends and close love family
Each adem a solitaire island
Reaching outta sanity
As they sink into the blue.
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We all lonely
Tis true
From Everton Grey ta Tom Driscoll
All the way thru
Then the vision it project
Only red, green or quicksand blue.
We struggle-
We survive-/
But do we want to ?
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We all lonely
Dat one we can all pass da clue
Touch is tempory
Togetherness is empty
And millions od family guy
Pretend, as each lickle day pass by
'Cause wit loneliness you find
That da preacher guy tis just as blind
As the offering of a psychotic mind.
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We all lonely, De'Anna
Eden da guy wit letter arta tis name
My boy heart it cry 'me soul tis lame'
He study for good, good 20 year education
But him just makin' a reservation
My boy just another at de station
Where trains come and trains go
When the night in his world cloud oder
Tis long, Tis painful, Tis slow.
My boy hold his qualifications hi
But thru the blindness of it all
He fail to spot an obvious lickle lie
Tis not tis mind that hurt
And him guise all the brethren
Ended trampled down
Under 6 foot dirt.
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Tis psychology guy
We all stuck inna freeze frame
Where we don't recognise eachother
It no register who talk.
So some woman invents a personality
On the internet - in da gallery
She actin' real cool
Tinking she makin' progress
'I'm happy' she say
'I've friends'
Sooner or later her converse ends
And da computer say wipe clean
And the imaginary places her mind has been
Get drowned by da lickle message she hadn't seen
An she overcooks a dinner for the alcoholic business guy
Who has shared with her this lifelong lie
20 years gone by.
We all lonely, Wendy
We find someone new
But we forget dey lonely too
And both skies seem to rain
Eden tho da sky tis blue
I'm lonely now
Wit you.
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And God who gave us life
And God who gave us all
Probably gave us loneliness
Cause he didn't want to be alone.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Gave you nothing less than perfection,
i received neglection
no affection ,just thoughts and depression my lesson learned by the taunting aggression,
my obsession is caressin my helpless quessin,
pressin my deepest thoughts, tryin to harbor my lost,
tryin to hold my cost, a price of heart is stolen,
every second of the day im second quessin my life,
stuck in thoughts frozen..trying to let go...
reflection is whom im opposen, im posen a threat,
not understanding my loneliness, so...
im holding this, thoughts and feeling,
picturing a day on bended knee,kneeling, tellin you
my feeling, the feelings is true, you turn my helpless why? into hopeless when..i dont wanna be your friend,i wanna meet worlds end, show you i am more than a
kiss nd hug,
im more than a,
i don't know shoulder shrug,
im more than a
then i am a here and will never be a never was,
i go the length, in 1 year, tell you I do, cause no matter what you do,
ill stick around as long as you want me too,
ill be that ***** stick witcha , snap picture in the background, tellin you every second i happy for you,while slowly killin liver,
i know you can be better with me, but you with another ***** so
i let it goo, but let it linger, aint no ring on my finger, but there's one in my heart if you could've looked alil deeper...you would seen how you left it alil bit torn apart.
its ok i worn the lost, i learn to floss, but heres no body like you, and im just cooping with an inevitable loss.
BY: Emmanuel JV Hernandez
5/6/14
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
That hawk,
the one who sometimes attracts my attention,
by
repeating a pattern of swooping ellipses, as if
signaling me,
I'm witcha man, I fly by each day to say,
look up, I'm witcha man, which
is what my lizard brain would say, I think,
if it had words,
to express awareness of the pattern seeming
meaningful
enough
to
warrant a closer look.
Ah, I see. The hawk is not signaling me, she is hunting
my neighbor's range fed chickens.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
I prayed for you and God delivered.
I heard the meaning of your name and my body shivered.
As is if the ******* on your chest didn't make me quiver
Your beautiful smile got me bewildered.
I prayed for you and God delivered
The girl with a heart of gold within her.
As if we're newbies on the block acting like beginners.
There are nights when we eat eachother for dinner.
I prayed for you and God delivered.
There you were afraid of getting thinner.
As if thicker or thinner you still ain't a winner.
I won't hesitate to put my **** right up in ya.
I prayed for you and God delivered
Pumping iron to strengthen the inner mental.
Squashed by all the inner metal, our love looked like withered petals
But now we're back together
we deserve our ******* medals.
The biggest comeback in history we've been scoring them relationship goals.
I prayed for you and God delivered.
I always see you in my mental pictures
As if I I'm actually really chillin witcha
I can't believe we met only this year.
I prayed when I took a breather
At the time I wasn't a believer
But now I can truly receive her
By walking away from deceivers.
I made this poem from the deeper
Depths of my heart that only whisper.
As if honesty honestly honours thee
It doesn't get much better than hours can be.
There were times when you may have doubted me.
But Our love is as true as truth can be.
There's nothing right now that means more to me
than the look on your face when you look at me.
I prayed for you and got delivered,
to this utopia called LOVE pre-winter.
With kisses and hugs we littered
Through ditches and RIDGES we glittered.
I prayed for you and God delivered
To us, a gift called love.
There's no greater gift from above
I love you. I love you, MY LOVE.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC